The next day, when Shao Zifeng woke up, Xian Xiaoyu had already organized Casar and the others to get ready to watch the match.
He greeted them and then went looking for something to eat.
Compared to the day before, the restaurant was somewhat deserted, with a few students who seemed to be substitutes sitting in front of the television watching the match.
Seeing Shao Zifeng come in, several of them covertly glanced at him a few times before returning their attention to the TV screen.
Shao Zifeng picked some steamed buns on his tray and casually found a seat to sit down.
He was still thinking about the match, and after learning about the participation of international students, Shao Zifeng's state of mind was not as calm as before.
It wasn't so much that he regarded honor so highly, but rather the promises made by those above him were too tempting.
